Jill lay motionless for several minutes. The sunlight warmed her face, causing her to open her eyes, and then squeeze them shut. She could tell by the pleasant smell of the sheets that she was in her bed, in her home, but she had no recollection of how she got there.
She slowly sat up, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed. She was completely naked.
Jill stood up, felt dizzy, and sat back down on the bed. She stretched her arms out in front of her. Bruises. She looked at her legs. More bruises. Her stomach twisted, causing her to sprint to the toilet.
"What did you bastards do to me?" Jill said as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper.
She felt as if she had the worst hangover of her life. Her body ached as if she had been in several fights all night, which would explain the bruises. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a pink spot on her right thigh. It could have been a mosquito bite, but it had been too cold for mosquitoes. She had been stuck with something. Drugged.
The events of the previous twelve hours hit Jill like a bullet train.
"Oh my God! They filmed me!" Jill realized. "And I didn't even put up a fight."
She stumbled back into the bedroom and found her damp clothes on the floor, next to two large dildos and a piece of paper.
"Red, you did fine with Friendly. I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner to stop him. He won't bother you no more, as long as you stay away. You got what you wanted for your party, and then some. Stay away. Please. If you don't, you might not come back home. D."
Jill crumpled the note and ran back into the bathroom to throw up again.
"How much come did I swallow?" Jill whispered.
Whatever drug they had used numbed the pain they inflicted upon her. Now that the drug had worn off, she felt everything as if it were all happening at the same time.
She had a flashback of the night before. Were there four men? Eight? Sixteen? How many times had they taken her? How many ways?
Jill sat naked, in shock, for nearly an hour, when the phone rang.
It was the realtor's office. They had been calling all morning. They needed Jill to show a house in her area – in an hour – if she wanted to keep her job.
She really didn't want to do anything, but she needed something to take her mind off all of this. Jill showered and dressed conservatively, in an effort to cover most of the bruises on her body. Her lightly tanned legs rarely required stockings or pantyhose, but given the bruises, she felt it was necessary today.
An hour later, Jill was standing in front of the house for sale. It started raining, so Jill went inside and sat on one of the few remaining chairs left in the living room. The owner had staged the house with furniture, but decided she needed the furniture in another home she was selling. All that was left was a bed in the master bedroom and two large chairs in the living room. Jill loved the feel of the overstuffed chair, and allowed herself to fully relax inside it. She closed her eyes for what she thought were only seconds.
A loud crack of lightning and the boom of thunder shook her out of her sleep.
The prospective buyer was a no-show. Jill looked at her watch.
"Five o'clock?" she gasped.
She called the office. No answer. They were either out showing property, or gone for the day.
